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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Evens,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.