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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.