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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.