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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes 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?
Parry Music,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Brick,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.