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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.