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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.