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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.