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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.