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 Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.