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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.