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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.