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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.