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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.