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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.