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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.