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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.