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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.