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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.