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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.