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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.