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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.