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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.