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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.