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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Normal to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.