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 Turkmenistan 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.