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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.