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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.