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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.