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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.