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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.