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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.