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 Brunei and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.