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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.