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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Gong,
Faust,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
The Sound,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.