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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.