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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.