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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Index,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.