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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.