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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.