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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.