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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.