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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.