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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.