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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 The Gories to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Can,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.