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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Nico,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.