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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.