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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Ten City,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.