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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.