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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.