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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.