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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
JFA,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.