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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.