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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.