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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Gong,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.