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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
June Days,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.