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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.