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 Malta 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.