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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.