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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.