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 Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.