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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.