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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.