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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Angels of Light 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
10cc,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.