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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.