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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.