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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.