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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.