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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.