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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.