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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.