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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
X-102,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
the Swans,
Franke,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.