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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.