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 India and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.