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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.