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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.