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 Lebanon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.