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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.