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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.