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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.