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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.