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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Faust,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.