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 France and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.