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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.