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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.