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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.