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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.