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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.