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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.