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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.