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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.