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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.