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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Move,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.