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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.