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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.