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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.