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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.