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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
New Order,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.