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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.