Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.