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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
DNA,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.