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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.