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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.