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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.