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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
UT,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.