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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.