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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.