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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.