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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pylon to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.