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 Peru and from Paris.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
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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.