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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.