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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.