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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.