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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.