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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Names,
The Index,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.