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 Oman and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Technova,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Faust,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.