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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Cluster,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.