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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.