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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Rakim,
Japan,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.