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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Patti Smith 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.