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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.