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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Wings,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
X-101,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.