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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.