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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.