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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.