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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.