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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Can,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.