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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.