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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.