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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Faust,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.