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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
JFA,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.