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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.