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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Remains to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.