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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.