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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.