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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.