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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.