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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.