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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.