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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.