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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.