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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 snare 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.