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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.