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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.