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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.