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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Tremeloes,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.