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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.