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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.