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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Gories,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.