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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.