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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.