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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Move,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.