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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.