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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.