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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.