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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.