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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.