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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Ten City,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.