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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Technova to the funk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.