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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.