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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wings,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.