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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.