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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.