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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits to the grime 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.