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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.