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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.