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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.