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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.