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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Echospace,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.