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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.