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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.