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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.