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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.