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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.