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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.