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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.