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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.