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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.