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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.