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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.