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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.