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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pagans to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.