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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.