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 Chad 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.