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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.