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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.