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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
This Heat,
UT,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.