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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.