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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.