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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.