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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.