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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Nas,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.