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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.