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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Ituana,
Smog,
David Bowie,
AZ,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.