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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.