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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Skarface,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.