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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.