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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.