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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.