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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.