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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.