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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.