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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.