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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.