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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.