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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle 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.