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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.