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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
UT,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.