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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.