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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.