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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.