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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.