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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
the Human League,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.