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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Cymande to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.