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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.