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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.