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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Can,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Sound,
Nico,
Index,
Interpol,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.