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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.