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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.