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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Yaz,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.