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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.