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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
John Cale,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.