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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Liliput,
The Busters,
MC5,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.