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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.