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 Laos 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.