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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.