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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.