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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.