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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
the Germs,
Skarface,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.