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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.