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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.