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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.