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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Fear,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.