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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.