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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.