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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.