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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.