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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.