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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DNA to the rock 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Faust,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.