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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.