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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Fugazi to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.