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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.