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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
The Move,
Smog,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.