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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.