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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.