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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Erasure,
Mars,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.