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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.