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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
the Association,
X-101,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.