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 Spain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.