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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Franke,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.