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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.