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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.