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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.