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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.