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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.