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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.