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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.