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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.