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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.