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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.