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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Q65,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.