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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
UT,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.