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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 organ 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.