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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Japan,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.