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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Sparks,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
PIL,
Excepter,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.