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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.