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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.