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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.