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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.