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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.