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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
DNA,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.