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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
X-101,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
X-102,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.