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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.