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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.