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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.