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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.