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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
X-101,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.