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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Todd Terry 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.