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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
The Sound,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.