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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.