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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.