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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.