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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.