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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.