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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.