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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.