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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.