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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.