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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.