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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Index,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.