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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.