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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.