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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.