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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Martian,
June Days,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.