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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 The Monks to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.