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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.