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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.