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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.