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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Slave,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.