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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.