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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.