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 Palau 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.