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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Index,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.