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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Television,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.