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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.