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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
JFA,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.