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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.