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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.