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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.