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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.