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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.