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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Dead C to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.