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 China and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Index,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.