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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.