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 France and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 808 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.