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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.