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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.