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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.