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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.