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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.