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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.