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 Australia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.