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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Fear,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
PIL,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.