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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the rock 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.