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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.