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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.