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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.