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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Swans,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.