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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.