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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.