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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.