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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.