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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.