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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Chrome,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.