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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Can,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.