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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.