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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.