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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.