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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.