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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.