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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.