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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.