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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
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Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Gong,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.