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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.