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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.