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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.