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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
UT,
Gong,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.