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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.