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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.