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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.