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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.