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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.