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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.