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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.