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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.