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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.