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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.