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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.