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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.