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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.