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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Deakin,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Audionom,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.