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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.