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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.