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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.