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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 New Order to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.