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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.