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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
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Oneida,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.