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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Associates to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
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.