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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.