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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.