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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.