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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
The Monks,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.