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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Fear,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.