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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.