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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.