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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.