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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Names,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.