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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Ituana,
Smog,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.