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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.