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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.