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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.