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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.