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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.