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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
the Normal,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.