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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.