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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.