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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.