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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.