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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola 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?
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.