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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.