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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.