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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.