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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.