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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.