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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.