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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.