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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s 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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
UT,
10cc,
Franke,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.