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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.