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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.