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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.