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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.