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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.