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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.