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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.