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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Mars,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.