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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Magma,
10cc,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Scientists,
cv313,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.