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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.