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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.