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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.