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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.