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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.