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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.