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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.