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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.