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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.