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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.