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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.