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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.