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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.