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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
June Days,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Television,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.