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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.