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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Technova,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.