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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 Lille and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.