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 Gambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.