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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.