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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 DNA to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.