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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.