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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.