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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.