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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.