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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
X-101,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.