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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.