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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.