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 Nauru and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
MC5,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.