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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.