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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.