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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.