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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.