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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.