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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.