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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.