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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.