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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.