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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.