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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.