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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.