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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.