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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.