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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.