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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.