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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.