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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.