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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.