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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.