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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
the Association,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
JFA,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.