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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.