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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.