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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Names,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.