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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.