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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.