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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.