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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Brick,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.