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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.