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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
June of 44,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.