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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.