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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Television,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Human League,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.