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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.