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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.