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 South and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.