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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Inner City,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
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.