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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.