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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.