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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.