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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.