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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.