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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Mars,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.