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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Sun City Girls to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.