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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.