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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.