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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.