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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.