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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Crime,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.