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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Magma,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.