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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.