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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.