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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.