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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.