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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.