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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.