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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.