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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Index,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Television,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.