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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Organ,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.