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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Germs,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.