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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Scan 7 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Scion,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.