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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Ludus,
PIL,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Move,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.