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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.