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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.