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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.