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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.