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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.