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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
MC5,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.