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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.