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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.