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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.