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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Wings,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.