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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.