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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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?
Inner City,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
10cc,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.