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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.