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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.