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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.