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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.