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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Dave Gahan 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.