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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.